Chapter 411: Camp and Preparations (Bonus for 8200 monthly votes last month)

Deep in the tropical rainforest.

Inside a crude camp, soldiers holding javelins stood guard on a wooden tower, but these "soldiers" had youthful faces and expressions of unease.

The camp was filled with wounded, and from time to time, the screams of those undergoing amputations without anesthesia could be heard.

Inside the central wooden house.

"Damn white-skinned devils... how did they find our main force?"

The middle-aged man who had retreated earlier with Tony and the others looked grim and slammed his fist onto the tabletop.

Bang!

The powerful force instantly left a dent in the wooden table.

Mr. Bonade smiled without a hint of emotion: "You can make full use of these indigenous ladies... compared to the treasure, the safety of our expedition members is naturally the priority."

The "Kumar Sect" had it even worse; they revered the primitive, were superstitious about Witchcraft, and resisted everything belonging to the white-skinned devils.

Perhaps Masei hid it too well, for she did not notice a thing.

Bonade looked to be about forty years old, with the face of a hardened warrior; he took the binoculars and silently observed the indigenous camp.

"What should we do now? Those white-skinned devils, and the 'Yenni Sect', won't let us go."

"Lord Bonade. This is the target's last temporary stronghold."

Tony's eyes flickered, and he suddenly had a bad premonition.

"Yes, even if they oppose us, as long as their existence is beneficial to us, they should be allowed to exist... a qualified politician must discard all personal emotions and think about problems entirely from the perspective of interests."

A young man with a severed hand stared blankly, as if he had lost all hope.

"The legendary place of death and rebirth—Kukulkan!"

Even if one or two members suggested reform, they would quickly be drowned out by collective mockery.

"Beautiful lady, I hope our cooperation this time will be pleasant."

Linda sighed and followed Bonade out of the rainforest to an open area: "How many people have you prepared for me?"

Because Jamal was the leader of the "Treasure Hunting Squad," and since he was in charge now, he certainly didn't want to bear the blame for bringing the enemy upon them!

If he dared to speak nonsense, he might be cursed to death in his tent tonight!

Tony said with a fanatical expression: "The leader is right! We are going to dig up the treasure! Where is the treasure hidden?"

Masei extended her hand.

"These people have already become frightened rabbits; mobilizing one battalion, no, one company, would be enough to easily wipe them out."

Bonade replied coldly, looking at the female Extraordinary: "Linda... the following matters will nominally be entrusted by the authorities to a private expedition team. These people will find that treasure for us; you are responsible for taking away the items useful to us, and things like gold and silver can be left to them as startup capital."

"No, thinking entirely from the perspective of interests does not mean ignoring emotional factors, but rather quantifying emotions and weighing them as part of the interests... for example, those indigenous people who have stained their hands with the blood of our great Invis citizens must be resolutely killed."

The final result was that their largest stronghold was taken, and only a small number of people escaped.

"Pleasant cooperation!"

"I will."

Outside the camp, on a hill, shielded by the rainforest, a brass monocular telescope was handed over.

Bonade brought Linda to a man in his fifties, dressed in adventurer's attire and wearing tortoiseshell glasses: "Let me introduce you, this is Mr. Marcel Quinn, a famous archaeologist and history Scholar, who has deep research into indigenous languages, historical culture, and ruins; he is a special consultant to the Governor's Mansion."

Jamal did not doubt him and replied in a low voice: "We will rebuild our glory there!"

Furthermore, they also had Extraordinarys and Magical Items accompanying the army...

Tony had seen with his own eyes a "Great Wizard" in the Resistance Army with very powerful Dharma Power get focused by several cannons and blown directly into chunks of flesh!

The result...

The officer nearby judged it so.

It was simply spears against Mini Guns, Witchcraft against cannons...

Those white-skinned devils not only had sharp guns and cannons, but their tactical coordination was also vicious and seasoned.

Bonade put down the binoculars and said with some regret.

The middle-aged man spoke slowly: "The Great Wizard and the leader are dead, and I, Jamal, am your new leader... Before the old leader died, he gave me the Treasure Map that the Great Wizard had repaired. There are massive treasures buried there; as long as we dig them out, we can exchange them for enough supplies to rebuild our army!"

Most of the surrounding Resistance Army members were wounded; Tony had blood-stained gauze wrapped around his forehead and also wore a grim expression.

"Truly, you'd even grind the bones to dust to use them up," Linda sighed.

It was unclear whether the Governor's Mansion had reached some agreement with that steel tycoon, or if she had abandoned that employer to do private work; in any case, she was now standing on the side of the Governor's Mansion.

This female Non-human Existence with soul-stirring eyes was a quite powerful force in the colony.

"No, we haven't lost yet!"

Most of the Resistance Army still used primitive blowpipes, javelins, and other weapons; it wasn't that they didn't know the white-skinned devils' firearms were better.

After they stole the Treasure Map fragments from Glastonbury and brought them back to the Resistance Army headquarters, their headquarters was immediately attacked by the white-skinned devil army!

Thinking of the scene at that time, Tony couldn't help but close his eyes.

He thought of how the white-skinned devil army had arrived at the headquarters almost following their "Treasure Hunting Squad," and his heart suddenly turned cold.

"Yes, but completely wiping them out doesn't do us any good... there needs to be conflict and strife within the Resistance Army; we cannot let the 'Yenni Sect' dominate alone..."

"Twenty people, fifteen of whom are retired soldiers or experienced adventurers with long-term experience living in the rainforest. Besides them, there are some Archaeology experts who can tell you about the taboos in those ruins, as well as how to avoid danger and distinguish truly precious items."

"Even if the 'Kumar Sect' firmly opposes us?" A lady nearby, who was boredly painting her nails, yawned and added.

But seeing Jamal's cold gaze, he didn't say anything else.

In fact, those detestable white people didn't even sell anything but old-fashioned muskets to the "Yenni Sect"; the barrels didn't even have rifling, and their precision and accuracy were not comparable to the real sharp weapons in the hands of the colonists.

Linda smiled and extended her palm to shake the other party's hand.

At the same moment, Aaron also appeared near another temporary camp, wearing an explorer's outfit.

This camp was also built by a group of indigenous people, and among them were even a few obvious white faces mixed in.

They are the Resistance Army of the Yenni Sect!

(End of chapter)